He lived through the Winter in order to live. Through the Spring and Summer he lived to breed. He was unable to think. He acted , because God had so it. Instinct alone guided him.  
He lived to eat in the Winter so that he should not die. The Winters were cold and cruel.
 
In the Spring he bred. Then the blood coursed warmly through his . It was calm; the sun was bright; the stars glittered; and all the time he longed to stretch himself, to close his eyes, to the air with his wings, and to with an unreasoning joy.
 
The birdlings flew away in the autumn. The old birds and the young bade adieu for ever with . Rain came, mists swept by, the sky hung lowering over the earth. The nights were , damp and dark. The old couple sat together in their nest, trying to cover themselves and sleep. They froze and tossed about in . Their eyes gleamed with greenish-yellow lights.
 
Thus passed the thirteen years of their life together.
 
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Then the male-bird died.
 
His wing had been injured in youth, at the time he fought for his mate. As the years rolled on, he found it more and more difficult to hunt his : he had to fly ever farther and farther for it, and in the nights he could get no rest because of the overwhelming pain that shot right through the whole of his wing, and him terribly. he had not the injury; now he found it grew exceedingly grave and painful.
 
He did not sleep, but le............